Chapter 3 An Attack Before the Spirits

Human relationships are fickle, and joy is fleeting.

Sang Yuwan, only 26 years old, had already seen through it all.

With Bo Xingzhi's unexpected death, the position of head of the Bo family became vacant.

When the previous head of the family, Bo Yuanshan, passed away, the second and third branches of the family were already eyeing the family covetously.

With Bo Xingzhi's death, the Bo family's eldest branch has no successor.

The position of family head can only be given to Bo Yuheng or Bo Hanshan.

Sang Yuwan, who had been married into the Bo family for less than three months, was originally not interested in this position. However, Bo Yuanshan repeatedly instructed her before his death.

The position of head of the Bo family must not fall into the hands of the second or third branch under any circumstances. Even if something happens to Bo Xingzhi, she must find a way to keep it. Otherwise, he will not rest in peace even in the afterlife.

The words came true.

Sang Yuwan gripped the armrest of the chair and slowly stood up, raising her eyes slightly with a faint, almost imperceptible, cold smile.

"Third Uncle, can't we wait until Xingzhi is buried before we talk about this?"

Bo Hanshan sneered, "Stop pretending."

Sang Yuwan's eyes narrowed, her expression indifferent. "Third Uncle, speak plainly."

Bo Hanshan glanced at her twice, his facial muscles twitching slightly. "Xingzhi is gone, it's time to change the head of the Bo family."

What's meant to happen will happen.

Sang Yuwan smiled faintly, "Of course we'll change it."

Bo Hanshan showed a slight surprise on his face, clearly not expecting her to be so easy to talk to. "Then hand over the seal of power immediately."

Sang Yuwan straightened her back, walked to the center of the mourning hall, looked at everyone, and casually lowered her eyes, "Third Uncle, to whom should we entrust this?"

Bo Hanshan was taken aback, his chest heaving slightly. "Of course it's me or my second brother."

"Second Uncle, what's your opinion?" Sang Yuwan looked at Bo Yuheng, a faint smile playing on her lips.

A fleeting, almost imperceptible, eeriness flashed in Bo Yuheng's eyes as he dressed in a black Tang suit, like a hunter lurking in the shadows, quietly waiting for the moment to capture his prey.

“Niece-in-law, the matter of the head of the family is of great importance. We should ask the elders for their opinions.”

Sang Yuwan couldn't help but let out a cold laugh in her heart, but her face remained calm and expressionless. "Fine."

Xiansi, quick-witted, brought her a chair.

Sang Yuwan sat down, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Uncles, since Second Uncle has brought this up, I'll hear your opinions. Who do you think should be given the seal of power?"

“In theory, the position of family head is passed down from generation to generation, but you and Xingzhi have no children. This seal of power can only be handed over to Yuheng or Hanshan.”

"The order of seniority should be left to Yuheng."

"The position of family head is not based on seniority. It has always been based on the ability. Hanshan's ability far surpasses Yuheng's, so he should be chosen."

"What a joke! Hanshan is unruly; how could he compare to Yuheng..."

The elders had differing opinions, and the debate grew louder and louder.

The two men, caught in the eye of the storm, had different expressions: Bo Hanshan looked anxious, while Bo Yuheng remained calm.

Sang Yuwan watched coldly as they argued on and on. She even rested her elbows on the armrests of her chair, propped her chin on her hand, and closed her eyes slightly.

until--

Bo Hanshan walked up to her and growled at her, "Niece-in-law, wake up!"

Sang Yuwan slowly opened her eyes, lifted her eyelids, and indifferently scanned the surroundings. "The results are in. Who gets them?"

Bo Hanshan's forehead veins bulged, and his eyes were full of gloom. "Whoever you say it is, it will be given to."

Sang Yuwan gave a cold laugh, drawing everyone's attention, yet her true intentions remained hidden. She raised an eyebrow slightly, "So, I give it to whomever I say I will?"

Bo Hanshan gritted his teeth, lowered his eyes, and lowered his voice, "Niece-in-law, as long as you give me the seal of power, I will guarantee you a life of comfort and security."

Sang Yuwan curled her lips into a smile, her voice not loud, but loud enough for everyone else to hear clearly, "Third Uncle, are you trying to bribe me?"

Everyone was astonished.

The elders who supported Bo Yuheng immediately jumped out and loudly accused him, "Hanshan is of such poor character that he is not qualified to inherit the position of family head at all."

Bo Hanshan's face turned pale and then flushed, he was losing face. A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, "Sang Yuwan, you..."

"What's wrong with me?" Sang Yuwan sat up straight, her eyes narrowed, and a chilling aura immediately filled the air.

Bo Hanshan was so anxious his voice was hoarse, "Tell me quickly, who is it for?"

Sang Yuwan parted her red lips slightly, her voice sharp and defiant, "I won't give it to anyone."

Everyone was stunned.

Bo Hanshan's anger surged, and he pointed at her and cursed, "Sang Yuwan, don't push your luck."

A dark figure flashed out from behind Sang Yuwan, followed by a heavy slap echoing through the hall.

Bo Hanshan's face instantly swelled up on one side, and he staggered back several steps before finally regaining his footing. "Sang Yuwan, you should remain a widow. Our Bo family can still keep you. If you..."

“Third brother.” Bo Yuheng interrupted coldly, then stepped forward, “Niece-in-law, we understand that you are very sad that Xingzhi is gone. But you and Xingzhi have no children, so the seal of power must be handed over to the Bo family.”

What if I don't pay?

Sang Yuwan remained calm and spoke softly. A hint of cunning and calculation lurked deep in her eyes.

Bo Yuheng slightly raised the corners of his mouth, looking confident. "Unless the sun rises in the west."

Sang Yuwan's expression remained calm, and she smiled faintly, "Second Uncle, maybe the sun really does rise in the west today."

A dark undercurrent surged in Bo Yuheng's eyes. "Niece-in-law, according to the Bo family rules, if the head of the family dies and his wife has no children, it is considered unfilial. She should be expelled from the family. Considering that my sister-in-law has no other children, keeping you in the Bo family is already a lenient gesture."

Sang Yuwan slightly raised her eyelids, a cold smile playing on her lips, her expression enigmatic. "So, I should thank my second uncle and third uncle."

The air slowly solidified, two forces confronted each other, and the suffocating tension was palpable.

"Second brother, don't waste your breath on her." Bo Hanshan couldn't help but interject, "Sang Yuwan, you're an outsider, what right do you have to monopolize the Bo family's power?"

Sang Yuwan smiled slightly, "Just because I am Bo Xingzhi's widow."

Bo Hanshan sneered, "You don't have any children..."

Before he could finish speaking, a commotion broke out outside the hall.

Whispers filled the air, muffled and filled with astonishment.

"who is he……"

"He looks just like Mr. Bo..."

Sang Yuwan gripped the armrest of the chair, slowly stood up, and looked towards the entrance of the hall.

The sharp footsteps grew heavier and heavier.

A tall, imposing figure appeared in their line of sight.

The man was dressed in black from head to toe.

Only a bright white flower on her chest stood out, somewhat frightening.

He walked against the light, surrounded by a chilling and mysterious aura. Behind him followed seven or eight men in black wearing sunglasses.

The massive crowd spontaneously parted to make way for them.

Sang Yuwan's heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly shivered.

This person is clearly...

The man drew closer, and Sang Yuwan's heart pounded faster and faster. When she finally saw his face clearly, her expression turned to shock. Her fingertips pressed hard against her palm, and her heart clenched tighter and tighter.

The man walked to the coffin, with a line of men in black behind him.

In an instant, the mourning hall became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Sang Yuwan's breathing stopped abruptly, her heart felt like it was being roasted by an unnamed fire, and her eyes flickered between light and darkness.

The man leaned slightly forward and took incense from the altar. He lit it and shook it.

Smoke curled up, and the scarlet flames flickered like the red tongue of a venomous snake.

Sang Yuwan stared at him intently, her eyes barely moving, the dark circles under her eyes growing even more pronounced.

The man bowed three times respectfully before Bo Xingzhi's memorial tablet.

Against the candlelight, the shadows accentuated the depth and definition of his profile, making his innate sharpness even more pronounced.

Sang Yuwan's heart pounded like a drum, her inner unease surging like a turbulent sea. Cold sweat broke out on her palms.